This happened several years ago. I was in my early 20s when me and my parents decided to travel to visit some family on the East Coast. We were staying at the house of one of my aunts. My parents were to sleep in the guest room, and I was to sleep in my aunt's room with my aunt as there were only two beds and my aunt lived alone.
The family got together at another aunt's house and there was a lot of alcohol consumed. I didn't really drink much, but my dad always went overboard with liquor and beer and was already pretty wasted by the time we made it back to my aunt's house where we were staying. My dad continued to drink and my mom got very upset with him as was usually the case when he drank like there was no tomorrow. This led to them arguing and my mom deciding to sleep with my aunt in her room, so I was moved to the guest room to sleep with my dad.
Now, before what's about to happen, I should mention that while I feel attraction to men, I did not feel any attraction to my dad at all. That is, I never got any sexual fantasies floating in my head with my dad. I went to lay down in the bed while my dad was still drinking at the kitchen table. It was a couple of minutes later that he finally decided to call it a day and climbed into bed next to me. I turned to the side of the bed opposite my dad, sticking out my ass towards him as that's how I tend to sleep. Well you can imagine my surprise when I feel him start to finger my asscrack through my sleeping shorts! I was frozen in shock at first, as my dad was straight as an arrow and he would not be attempting to finger his son unless he somehow thought I was my mom.
That was confirmed when he started softly saying my mom's pet name. I was both confused and aroused, but arousal won out in the end. I let my dad continue to finger my asscrack, a gentle rhythmic motion. Eventually he figured out it was not my mom as he gruffly huffed my name, and so I pulled away. However, I was now aroused and hot, my straight dad having touched his son while wasted. I rolled onto my back and laid there for a while, processing what just happened. As I did, my dad started to snore lightly. I wondered... should I feel my dad's bulge? It would be like returning the favor, no? I turn to face him, and see that his eyes are closed, snoring lightly and he's laying on his back without the cover over him. That's when I notice the big bulge in his boxer briefs. I slowly guide my hand towards it, my heart racing from adrenaline. Then, my hand lands on its target. I was feeling my dad's bulge while he was passed out! He did not stir, and I rubbed it up and down for a few seconds. He did not get hard, and I was scared he could wake up at any point, so I stopped and turned over to my side to sleep. But from this day forward, I kept fantasizing with my dad. Luckily he was none the wiser, and I kept that night as our little secret. Until next time, dad, until next time....
